Two in Two Days
I haven’t really posted on here in the past couple months because I’ve been without internet. Pretty much living in suspension. It’s starting to seem like it will be a long time before I’m really settled in Chicago. It’s not the first time I’ve moved to a new place on my own, I really didn’t count on it being this hard. As Kanye says… “That that don’t kill me, can only make me stronger.”
He also says, “Bow in the presence of greatness”
Moving on with an update of what I’ve been living with lately:
- I moved twice in the past 3 months.. This results in me wanting to get rid of about half of my crap. But that would mean I’d have to carry the shit back down the steps from this third floor apartment. And well, that can just wait.
- I hate the holidays and I am glad they are over. I haven’t been very social at all this winter. Complete total contentment just staying in and cuddling the kitty.
- My last roommate hogged my car keys and broke my car window. Didn’t tell me about it until I saw it, never once even attempted at an apology, and then blamed me for not telling him that he shouldn’t roll the window down. I am one hundred percent serious. I tried to hold my patience here, but it was pretty much impossible at this point. I, surprisingly enough, was able to fix it myself. Props to D Knapp for showing me how, back in Omahaland. But I was unable to get the door panel back on. So, I’ve been driving around with a panel-less door for like a month now. It’s my ode to Valerie.
- I got a flat tire. In the parking lot of a grocery store that my car was recently towed from, because I left it overnight… $170. So, I did not want that to happen again. Unfortunately, I do not have a spare tire. I had to get it towed to a place to fix it. On a Sunday. Fortunately, I found a place right down the street that fixed it for cheap. And the tow truck driver was hilarious… After seeing my car door in all it’s non-panel glory, he asked me point blank if I smuggle drugs from Mexico in that car. After that, we discussed our jobs, work, and life.
- I was really really really sick for a week or weekend there, right after the new year. And with my roommate hating me, and me wanting to move immediately.. it was stressful and complete hell. I love helping my friends when they’re feeling sick, where’s my help? I was surrounded by people who hate me and my “friends” seemed non-existant. It was the first time since moving here that I felt completely, utterly alone and helpless. I was queen of Pathetic Land. If I learned nothing else, it made me realize that I never get sick anymore. Go, immune system!
- Someone stole my CTA card. I ordered a new one to be mailed to me at my old place. Also, stolen. Speaking of, if you happened to mail anything to me in early January, I definitely did not and will never receive it. It’s neat how you can go online and see where the card was used…. Though of course, looking at the routes totally makes me suspicious that it was my freeloader roommate who took it.
- My air mattress has a hole in it or something. It’s unusable and already thrown away. I have another one my parents gave me, but no means to blow it up. So, I’ve been sleeping on the floor since I moved here. Using cushions from some chairs, my 43 comforters and blankets, and my 52 pillows. And now wishing that I hadn’t pressured my dad to let me take the air mattress that I can’t even blow up.
- Things I’ve lost recently, don’t imagine I’ll ever see again, and blame on living with freeloader: 1) One disc out of my Simpson’s season eight set. One disc. Most annoying thing in the world. 2) A bear shaped spice dispenser that I loved and used for a cinnamon-sugar mixture. 3) Coat rack. 4) My friend gave me some beef from his family’s farm for Christmas, I never got to try it. 5) Me Talk Pretty One Day by Dave Sedaris, though if I never see this again, I gained When You Are Engulfed in Flames, so it’s mostly even. 6) Kinda blame my air mattress death on the party he had the day before I moved out. 7) The remote control to my bose speakers. 8 ) My retractable iPod USB cord. 9) $50.
- I’m lacking discretion here, but I want to point out that at the height of all this drama-y bullshit, that asshole had the audacity to accuse me of taking some of his things. I suspect that’s why that one disc is being held hostage. For the record, I’ve moved nine times since leaving my parents house, I think I know what belongs to me and I definitely do not need or want more crap to move around with. That’s the last time I live with anyone younger than me. Or even my age, for that matter. Basically, if you’re still sucking life from mommy and daddy, get out of my life. I am not your replacement mom. Yah, I know, I need to let it go. Just really irritated by that fucking single missing disc. I love the Simpsons, I’m sure you can understand my frustration.
- I must have done something really shitty to be getting all this bad karma lately. Or maybe all my good luck ran away with last year. The future will tell.
- I managed to pay off two credit cards and then fill them right up again. Really need a part time job. But alas, I am lazy. Also, this is kind of just giving myself an excuse, but most places want part time help on Saturdays and I’m already working every Saturday. Maybe I should just give in to the inevitable and get a waitressing job for Saturday nights. This topic alone makes me miss Omaha. It was so cheap to live there and I knew so many people, all I’d have to do is say “I want a part time job.” and I’d have one the next day. I didn’t realize a sweet deal when I was living it. The story (and fear) of my life.
- I was turned down for volunteer work for a women’s free clinic. Volunteer work. What is this? Even when I try to do good, the odds are against me.
- As you may know, I started a job a few months ago. October, I think? Add us on twitter! Let me tell you… my boss hated me. First of all, let me say.. I learn best by trial and error, meaning it doesn’t really stick until I do it wrong. Second, he spent years with the last girl. So, I can’t really blame him, it would be super frustrating to get a new girl and start over from scratch. He hated me. And I lacked all confidence. Daily battle. But I think he’s finally starting to warm up to me. That or at least able to tolerate me now. And I’m finally starting to get the hang of things. Oh, and I get to see BB King in April. Brag.
- I started writing blogs for a couple different things at work. I like it. But it’s weird, part of me loves writing and the other part of me absolutely hates it. I enjoy writing freely, but given an assignment, I will get instant writer’s block and lose all attention span.
- My new roommate loves my cat (very important), cleans, and is good at leaving me alone (2nd on the list of importance). The apartment over looks Humboldt park and we get an amazing view of the sunset. Right now, I love coming home. Emphasis on ‘right now’. Moving so often gives me a new outlook on living with people. The first month or two are always awesome, because you are trying to keep things nice and pleasant at home. But people can only fake it for so long. It’s amazingly similar to dating. And I could never date a girl, they are way too fussy and finicky. And you can’t have two finicky people under one roof, that just doesn’t work.
- Which reminds me, when I first moved in… freeloader did my laundry a couple of times in exchange for use of my car to drive to his parent’s place in order to do the laundry. I thought this was just amazingly awesome. My laundry gets done while I’m at work, with no effort on my part. I bragged to everyone about how awesome my new roommate was. And then it went sour. First of all, he certainly took it upon himself to freely use my car whenever he damn well pleased. In the amount of an entire tank of gas, which he did refill, thankfully. But then argued that he was entitled to use all that gas up as well, because he paid for it… Is this making any sense to my readers? Because it didn’t to me. Second downfall to the laundry doings, weeks later, I find out that he didn’t even do the laundry himself, he made his dad do it. If I had known that in the beginning, I would have refused the offer. Doesn’t passing along the chore defeat the purpose of doing a favor in the first place? Third, what kinda idiot am I to let this idiot take my car in the first place? Lesson learned.
- I really need to let it go. damn disc.
- I’ve read three books in the past three weeks.
- I learned to knit recently, started a scarf, and just started over for the 3rd time. I think I got it right this time.
My Christmas present from my parents this year was an iTouch. I really really wanted one, for the ultimate goal of getting rid of my phone and Sprint forever. You can do everything with an iTouch that I now do with my phone. As long as WiFi’s around. There’s an app for texting, there’s an app for chatting. And if I ever get a headset with a microphone, I can use this thing as a phone through the Skype app. As I’m sure it’s all been said before… there’s an app for everything. And I can’t stop downloading them. 
